The back of the house had been the Alps for climbing, and the shrubs in front of it a Terai. "What a wonderful colour!" she exclaimed. I love everything to-day, and all of you, but I love this, this—this innocence upon us most of all. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. You might trust me with the Chevalier himself,—I'd never betray him. She had seen a man’s head steal out for a moment and draw the curtains a little closer. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man.
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